Laundry

"I'm sure that I don't have to tell you this, slut," he explained, "but if I so much as feel a tooth, I'll be removing all your teeth myself, and I promise you that you won't cum from that."

Having made the threat, he removed his fingers, burying his cock deep in her throat and gagging her. The acrid taste of her own juices was both nauseating and somehow intensely erotic to Jessica. In horror she watched as he gently pinched her nose shut, cutting off her only access to air. She attempted to look up and plead with her eyes while making distressed grunts, but he only laughed.

"What's the matter, slut?" he mockingly asked. "You look almost unhappy, and that just doesn't make any sense. You've got a dick in you -- yeah, maybe it's not your favorite hole, but a dumb cunt like you can't really be too picky anyway."

"I can't breathe!" she tried to scream, but was muffled by the stranger's cock in her mouth.

"Moy gant broove?" he asked, feigning ignorance to her predicament. "Slut, I don't even know what language that is, but I'm sure that I don't speak it. Now tell me, what's wrong?"

Again she tried to tell him, tears streaming down her face. Again, he claimed to be ignorant to her problem. Jessica was now feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation, and needed fresh air desperately.

Laughing, he removed his cock. "I'm just kidding, slut he explained jokingly. I know that you can't breathe, but you need to learn to trust me. I wouldn't actually suffocate you -- if I did, your holes would go bad. Granted, they're pretty lousy holes, but you know, waste not, want not. Incidentally, just because I've removed my cock does not mean that you should stop worshipping it."

Taking the hint, Jessica opened her mouth and kissed the tip of the strange man's erect penis. She could still taste and smell her cunt juices, but knew better than to complain.

"Wow, slut," he commented, "you must really love the taste of cunt -- even if it's your own. I can see how much you love this, I really can. It's amazing, really, you claimed that you have never been used by a woman, and yet, here you are, gorging yourself of cunt slime coated cock. "

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"So, there is a lesson here" he continued, punctuating his sentences with painful thrusts down her throat. "As a slut, you don't have the right to refuse any attention to your holes. I don't know why you've made yourself unavailable to women, but that's going to change. You clearly love the taste of cunt, so whether or not you consider yourself a twat-sucking dyke is irrelevant. From now on, you're going to accept any attention that anyone shows your holes -- doesn't matter if they're male or female, young or old, whatever. You're going to offer them whatever they want, and you're going to be grateful for it."

As he fucked her face while lecturing her, he pulled out his cell phone again. After pressing a few buttons he showed it to her. On the screen, she could make out a video playing. She recognized her own naked body tied to the table, and watched as the man on the screen raped it mercilessly. Horrified, she realized there was audio. Disgusted with herself, she was unable to ignore the sounds of her own orgasm coming from the man's phone.

"I thought you'd like that, whore" he explained. "See, I took a little video of the good time you had, just for fun. I can see you crying, and I think I know why. You're afraid that being on a phone, it's probably going to get deleted. Well, don't worry, slut. It may be deleted from the phone, but not before I show everyone in the building who is interested -- after all, I think they should have the right to know what kind of a filthy whore lives in their basement. I'll be uploading it to the Internet, too, just to make sure that it never really goes away."

Removing his cock from the crying girl's throat, he walked back to the couch and picked up the small tube of Vaseline that had fallen out of his pocket. As Jessica watched, painfully unable to stop him, he returned to her and squirted a generous amount into her vulnerable anus.

"God, please, not that! Please sir, anything but that!" she pleaded.

"I'd love to spare you this," he explained, "but I told you that I was going to help you, and I'm going to help you. A two-holed slut is worthless, and I think you realize that. You might not believe me, but I know that you can be more. I know you can reach your full potential, and for you, that means having three fuckable holes."

As he explained himself, he began massaging the lubrication into her asshole -- first with one finger, then two. "Now, I know this is scary for you, but I'm going to walk you through it. Right now, I'm finger fucking your asshole. You feel that, don't you?"

"I do" she quietly sobbed.

"I'm finger fucking your asshole for a reason, though. I need to loosen it up a little, just enough that I can fit that vibrator of yours in there. Once I can do that, I'm going to fuck you with it -- gently at first, but gradually harder. It's funny, really. You'll technically be losing your anal virginity to a goddamned piece of plastic, a toy. Even by the obviously low standards we have for sluts, that's pretty fucking pathetic. Of course, I'll only be butt-fucking you with the toy to loosen you up. Do you know what I'm loosening you up for, slut?"

"I do" she sobbed again.

"Prove it. Tell me, slut" he challenged.

"You're loosening me up because you're going to fuck me in the ass. Please don't? Please?" she cried.

"Silly slut, do you really think that will work?" he asked. Believing she was ready for the vibrator, he removed his fingers and pulled the vibrator out of his pocket. Aiming it at the opening, he applied slow, firm pressure, and watched as it gradually slid into her.

"No, but please? I swear to god, I'll do anything. Just fuck my cunt some more, okay? Please?"

Laughing, he ignored her feeble attempt to bargain. The vibrator now fully in her asshole, he removed pressure, and watched as it slid back out. When only an inch or so remained in the girl, he pushed it back in -- just a little faster than the last time.

Pain and humiliation coursed through Jessica's body, but to her horror, there was something else there as well. Pleasure. As the pain gradually subsided, she felt actual pleasure from her violation, which only compounded her humiliation. Disgusted with herself, she began to realize that having her ass fucked, even with a toy, was something she actually enjoyed.

By now, the toy was going in and out rather quickly. Satisfied with the progress he had made, he squirted more Vaseline into her asshole, fucking it in with the toy, and a little on his own penis. Feeling that she was ready, he removed the toy and placed the head of his cock at the opening of her asshole, and gently pushed it in.

The brief pleasure was immediately replaced with immense pain. Though his cock was by no means abnormally large, it was significantly thicker than the toy she had been fucked with. Jessica let out a visceral groan.

Although he did not remove his cock, he did pause to give her time to adjust, still keeping a small amount of pressure on. He had time, and wanted to make this last.

As the cock gradually slid deeper and deeper into her, Jessica lost her ability to protest verbally. She could only moan in pain and humiliation as each inch slid into her formerly virgin asshole. Once it was in all the way, he collapsed on top of her.

"Guess what, slut?" he chided. "My cock is all the way in your ass. You are now officially getting ass fucked! Did you know that?"

"Please just take it out" she begged.

Rather than take it out, he slapped her on the back of her head. "You didn't answer my question, slut" he explained.

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm being ass fucked! I have your giant cock up my asshole, and it's fucking me! There, I said it! Please stop now? Please?"

Laughing at her cries, he began to fuck her. Slowly, but hard enough to make her aware that she was, in fact, going to be getting legitimately fucked in her asshole.

"Now, I know this is your first time, so I want to make this a good experience for you" he explained. "Communication here is key; I need to know if you want me to go faster or slower. So, what we're going to do is use a simple code. If you want me to fuck your asshole harder, just say 'slower', or something along those lines. I doubt it will come up with a whore like you, but if for whatever reason you want me to fuck your asshole softer, just say 'Please fuck my dirty little shit hole harder, sir.'"

As the girl cried, he decided to give her a reason to communicate. He slowly slid his cock out of her asshole, until only the head was still inside; and then thrust it in, hard. As she yelped in pain and struggled helplessly against the ropes that bound her to the table, he could only laugh at her.

"Oh god!" she cried. "It hurts so bad! Please slow down!"

"Slower, huh?" he inquired. "Well, I know what that is code for."

As he began to fuck her ass in earnest, she remembered the cruel joke of a code that he had just explained. She knew it was likely a trap, but had to try it. "Please sir fuck my dirty little shit hole harder?" she cried out, ashamed and humiliated.

"What was that, slut? I didn't hear you. Gotta speak up if you wanna be heard, you know?" he replied.

"Please sir fuck my dirty shit hole harder please!" she cried, louder this time.

"God, you really are a slut!" he laughed. "Wasn't but half an hour ago that you were swearing that getting ass fucked is disgusting, and now look at you! Outright begging for it! You know, I still care about you, but I do have to let you know something. You disgust me. I mean, really. Now, I don't mind using you as a cum dumpster or anything, but come on. Sluts like you give women a bad name. Look at you. Cunt dripping, getting fucked in all three holes by a man she just met, begging for a hard ass fuck? It's really just gross."

As he continued to fuck her asshole, Jessica came to realize that the same thing that had happened with the toy was now happening with his cock -- the pain was leaving, being replaced with pleasure. Just as she had been unable to stop herself from quietly moaning earlier during her vaginal rape, she was unable to keep quiet now as well. Terrified, she realized that if he kept this up, she would orgasm yet again.

"Oh god, you have to stop now!" she pleaded.

"I'm pretty sure I don't" he answered sneeringly.

"You don't understand! Just please stop? Finish in my cunt, my mouth, I don't care. But you need to stop!"

"I don't understand?" he asked. "What exactly is it that I don't understand, slut? That you're going to cum? Of course you're going to cum. We had this talk. I'm using you as you're meant to be used, so your body is rewarding you. It knows you're nothing but a life support system for three holes, which is funny, really, cause you don't. Hell, your cunt, your asshole, and mouth -- none of them have their own brain, and yet, they seem to be smarter than you, you dumb bitch."

"So, yeah, I think I do understand. I understand that you're a fucking slut. You know who doesn't understand, though? You. You don't understand the sacrifices that I'm making, fucking a disgusting little piggy like you. You think I like to be buried up to my balls in your ass? You think I like bathing my cock in your cunt slime? No! But I make sacrifices -- sacrifices that you just don't seem to appreciate. I told you earlier about thanking me earlier, and you seem to have just ignored it. Well, maybe that's my fault, because I didn't correct you, but it's stopping now. You will thank me after each sacrifice I make for you, or you will be punished."

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Jessica gave in to her orgasm. Seeing the helpless girl cum like that, hearing her moans was enough to push the man over the edge as well. He pulled his cock out, aimed it at her gaping asshole, and blew a load of semen right into it.

Exhausted, he pulled his pants back up and sat back down on the couch, leaving the quivering mass of flesh that was Jessica tied to the table. He admired his own handiwork. Bright red bruises covered her buttocks, tears streamed down her face, and looking at her nether region you could easily tell that both holes had been thoroughly used.

"I just warned you about it, too" he said sadly. Remembering his lecture, she cried out a quick thank you, but he seemed unmoved by it.

"Too little, too late. It's too bad, too" he mused. "Hate to have to punish such an accessible slut, but it's for your own good. I'll be right back."

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Jessica watched as the man left the room. Terrified, she considered screaming for help, but decided not to. The odds were, no one would hear her cries except him anyway, and she knew it would be a bad idea to further provoke him.

After what felt like an eternity he returned, a brown paper grocery bag in hand. He picked up her discarded panties and knelt down next to Jessica's face.

In horror she watched as he balled up the panties, making sure that the inside of the crotch was on the outside, and forced them into her mouth. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape, which he wrapped around her head, locking the panties in her mouth.

Next out of the bag was a small glass mason jar. Unable to protest with the gag in, she could only watch as he attached a blank white label to it, and pulled out a permanent marker. Quietly laughing to himself, he wrote the word "Tips" on the label, dotting the "i" with a heart.

He removed a piece of black cloth from the bag next, and wrapped it around her head, this time covering her eyes. Unable to see anything, she heard the rip of duct tape, as he wrapped over the cloth, keeping the makeshift blindfold in place. Hearing more duct tape, she felt him reinforce the rope that bound her limbs.

Now unable to move, speak, or see, she could only hear and feel. What she felt next was the marker on her back. Trying to concentrate, she attempted to figure out what he was writing on her skin, but was unable to. Once he finished on her back, she felt the marker one more time -- a single vertical line drawn on her left buttock.

Utterly defeated, she sobbed as she heard him stand up. She felt him pat her on her head, laughing, and saying "Trust me, this is for your own good." Finally, she heard the sound of coins being tossed into a glass jar next to her head, followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away.